I am not a storyteller BUT


My Love says that how all these stories found me… Actually nothing finds me… It is just to have a camera and to watch the around with this camera… So when you start to watch the around of yourself,  you see more what’s going on…

Another story about Magpie… I really don’t know what happened to this Magpie… One of his eyes seemed to me strange… Is it possible a pecking, attack by another bird…? But anyway, here are the photographs… maybe I am thinking wrong..

…She was an amazing person, helped all animals… Took them in her home when she found a cat outside under the rain… I remember, there was a lovely cat. Living in and outside of the home… There was a stainless steel insect mesh at the kitchen door that was opening to the garden. One day how happened I don’t know but the cat run fast through the mesh… And I noticed the blood on his neck and I screamed. She caught the cat and she cured the cat as a vet… Because she was loving the cats and also the other animals too… why I remembered this story now I don’t know, but something hit my heart that day when I saw the magpie with his injured eye… She is not here… and she never loved me… it is a big contrast for all my life… never understood… and I looked at myself… what can I do for this magpie… nothing… he flew away after these photographs… and never saw him again… but added another story to me…

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The  storyteller’s world should be immersed in the imaginary world. Stories between truth and imaginary… but my imaginary stops here… because I don’t know much about the birds and their events… what happened to this magpie… I really don’t know.

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